He can't sleep at night, knowing that his B-I-T-C-H is running these streets. He can't sleep at night. Damn, that's stuck in my head now. Cheers to you, Ms. Cheesecake.

Yo, that's catchy as fuck That's catchy as fuck cheese Big up to you. Hope you having a good day girl

All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right.

Yeah, I got a few songs that live rent-free in my head, damn. Now I got another one. Thank you, Miss Cheesecake.

I need you to go back to bed with your I can't sleep song. Okay, I'm like the way that pussy skeet skeet I can't even sing right now. What the hell? I needed this laugh Cheesecake Shout out to you bread. I'm dope pose. I like the way that pussy skeet. That's gonna be my shit I'm singing that all day

I like this. This has a little vibe to it.

I can't sleep in the city That urban wave's got my head spinning But what am I to do? I'm plagued in my head With all these sounds I don't wanna deal with Ooh ooh ooh

Um, yeah, he needs to check her bank account. She probably, she probably got more money than him at this point. She's hardly ever home. Yeah, she's doing, she's doing big things back in other people's houses. What the fuck? Damn, I feel sorry for him.

Ha ha ha! Where you get this from, Ms. Cheesecake? I don't care! Grand Raza to ya!